(Part two of the Bisonette series)
After a long first semester, Sage, finally captain of the Howard Bisonette has to deal with the trials and tribulations that come along with the harsh task, the new competition (and of course, Carmen), along with t...
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"You have a thing for toes or something?" Rochelle questions, placing her petite toes in the palm of my hand. I laughed lightly at her statement, shaking my head in response. "Not all toes. Only if they look like this." I responded, glancing down at the pristine white polish painted on each of her ten toes. "Well don't just look, massage them! Those heels at The Vault have my bunions crying for help." Rochelle teased. I rolled my eyes at her statement, but proceeded to massage her feet anyway.
It was midday, and the bright sun was peaking through the translucent blinds. Rochelle's apartment was surprisingly better than I thought, and from my position on the bed I could see all of New York's beauty. I couldn't believe just her walking around half naked in a room full of guys got her this. Her bed room was all white everything, from the carpet to the bed sheets. The only thing that wasn't white was our body against the bed.
I wasn't supposed to fall asleep here, but this is where I've been for the last two days. Rochelle and I haven't done much but stay in her place and enjoy each other's company. The only time we separated was when I was going to practice and she was going to "work". At first I thought I was only here because I needed something to get my mind off of Sage (and Rochelle was doing a good job at that), but Rochelle was actually cool people.
"You sleeping here tonight?" Rochelle questioned, looking away from her phone and back at me. I had to think about it for a minute. As much as I would've like to just avoid my problems and stay here for as long as I needed, Rochelle and I both knew that it wasn't the most convenient plan. I guess that's why she was asking me.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna head back to my crib tonight. Gotta get some shit handled. You got me feeling too comfortable here," I teased. Rochelle laughed lightly, standing up from her position on the bed. "Business to handle." She mocked, sticking her tongue out at me. "What business you gotta handle? You already let that chick go." Rochelle spoke, referring to Sage. I inwardly rolled my eyes at just the thought of her. She had every right to be mad, sure, but I wasn't here for all that extra shit she was pulling when she drove all the way to New York just to yell at me for a bit. From the looks of it, I was blocked from everything, but that didn't stop her friends from posting quotes aimed at cheaters and fuck boys for her sake. To be honest, I was just surprised Adele hadn't called me yet. Her friends didn't necessarily scare me, but Adele was one of those chicks who liked to wild out on anyone and anybody. I don't know how my guy Leo was dealing with her.
"Man my house is a mess. I have to clean up and get things situated before the game." I clarified. The game was next week Monday and I was trying to act like I wasn't nervous but I was. This was not a college basketball game. I had a lot more on my shoulder than I used to and now that I was taking Mike's position in a play, everyone would be watching me.
I wanted so badly to prove everyone who doubted me wrong and at the top of that list was Mike.
I stood up from the bed as well, heading to the once empty drawer that now consisted of a couple boxers I left here.
